Post by Briar * on Mar 2, 2012 15:36:52 GMT -5
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* (What are you going to do, stop me?)
Name: Briar (Elvish name: Brerwyn, [Briar-Joy])
Age: Approx. 500 yrs.
Race: Elf
Alliance: neutral
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History: 1, 257 words, be warned.
Although she doesn’t remember it, due to a terrible accident, Briar (or Brerwyn, her Elvin name) lived a fairly normal Elvin life. She was born in Mirkwood in the year 2590, in the season of the fading [quellë or firith, in elvish]. The first three decades of her life were spent learning the Elvish ways, and dressing accordingly. However, whenever Briar got the chance to go outside the walls of her parents household, she took every advantage to prove that she could handle just about anything that could be thrown her way. She didn’t like being told that she was to. Her friends, mostly boys and a few girls went into the dark woods frequently. Climbing trees, and sometimes, if they were in the right spot, they would be lucky enough to watch a hunt! The one thing that Briar couldn’t stand, however, were the spiders! Mirkwood seemed to be filled with spiders, and often she would hear tales of her kin being dragged off from a hunt to be eaten by them! This terrified her more than anything, and her friends knew it. As pranks, and to be just plain mean, she would take up dares to go deep into the forest. Afraid to show her own weakness, late one night she actually did venture out into the darkness. It was the last mistake she would ever make.
It was a dark night, and three of Briar’s closest friends decided to spend a night in the woods, and see what dangers they might’ve endured, and partly to see if the tales of the spiders were true. It had been Briar’s turn to go out into the forest. She grabbed her things, a small dagger she had taken from her father, and wrapped her cloak around her as she proceeded to venture into the woods. Her eyes searched the darkness, and her ears listened to the deafening quiet. Every now and again, a twig would snap, and so would her nerves. She clutched her father’s dagger, and held it out as far as comfort would let her. Trembling, she would go on when nothing would happen. Eventually she began to get the idea that she was being followed by either something or someone! The twigs that snapped began to snap more frequently than she would’ve liked. When she looked down to see if it was her that was stepping on the twigs, there was an eerie moment of silence. Then, all at once she was being grabbed by the arms, and wrestled her down to her knees, a piece of cloth was shoved in her mouth to keep her from screaming for help.
“This one will work.” A gruff, but commanding voice said in the tongue of men from the west. “I still think this is a bad idea, Belegorn. Kidnapping can get you into trouble in these woods!” Belegorn - or whatever his name was – growled, “Quiet, Biarn, or you will get us into trouble.” The next thing she knew was the darkness getting darker as a cloth went over her eyes. Panicked, she fell into a faint.
When she woke, she found herself tied to a chair. Her ears picked up the sound of laughter, and applause. What have I gotten myself into? She thought. Her eyes darted around her surroundings taking in every bit of color that she could see. The next thing her mind registered was that the cloth that had been in her mouth was gone, but she didn’t dare speak. Where am I? “Oh good, you’re awake. “Took you long enough.” Someone said in her own language. Excited about this, she didn’t care that the speaker had a deep voice, that wasn’t Elvish. She turned her head to see who had spoken. To her utter and complete shock, it was a Dwarf, smoking a long pipe that spoke to her. “Now, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. Well, I have taken you under my wing and you will learn the art of Knife throwing and Falconry. When you’re good enough you will earn your living with us. Until that time, you will do everything that you are told, and you will obey the orders given to you. You may call me, Biarn” The dwarf smiled.
To keep a long story short, their ‘master and apprentice’ sessions weren’t the friendliest. She refused to learn anything from the travelers. Biarn, not known for his patience was beginners, would give her nightly lectures. Eventually though, Briar came around and took to knife throwing, using her keen eyesight to hit the marks Biarn set up for her. Falconry, though, she found to be an exciting sport. She loved birds, and watching them fly had been her favorite pastime with her friends. Biarn saw this, and decided to work with it. In a few years, Briar was earning a living off of what Biarn had taught her. Also over the course of these years, she learned the speech of men, and to speak it well.
Now, to move on to the part that you all have been waiting for: How Briar lost her memory! In short, she got into a fight with Biarn and as a punishment; she was to sleep at the back of the wagon train. The sky had been over cast all day, and the smell of rain was stifling. By night fall it was starting to rain lightly. The road they were taking, lead strait through a small village in Rohan. The road was bumpy, and full of holes. By the jolting of the wagon, Briar fell off, and hit her head on a rock, knocking her unconscious. The only thing that had fallen with her, were her blankets, and the box that held her knives in the pillow case.
When she woke the next morning, she had no idea where she was, what she was doing there, or how she had even gotten there! All she knew was that her name was Briar, and that she was cold and hungry. For days she wandered around like this. Her pillow, box of knives, and a blanket were all that she knew were hers. Finally, she collapsed on the porch of a home in a village. The couple that lived there, to say the least, were surprised to find an elf on their front porch. Pity took them, and eventually, she knew them to be Éogar, and Léofwyn, and that they always seemed to be there for her. She quickly learned their language, and begged Éogar to teach her how to use the knives she had brought with her. Éogar, an old man, and one of the best swordsmen around for a few leagues! She never regained her memory of knowing how to throw knives, she just assumed that it had come naturally, as for falconry, Léofwyn was a caretaker of birds, and Briar took to Falconry like it was second nature. She now has a loyal Eagle Owl (whom she named Dénor, meaning Brave) as a companion. Unfortunately, as a side effect of her memory loss, she has strange dreams, and nightmares of people, and places she could swear she had never seen before.
Now Briar is out on her own, a whole new person, different from other elves – seeing as she doesn’t even remember how to speak her own language, or even knows if she was actually born in an Elvin realm. Centuries have passed, and although she doesn’t quite know it herself, she is now 500 years of age.
Appearance:
General.
Standing at about 5’5”, and weighing in at about 120/121, she isn’t a sight for sore eyes. She is as fair as an elf can be – meaning, she is just as fair as your normal everyday elf. She is graceful and light on her feet at all times! Unless she’s falling out of tree or something, this isn’t uncommon at all for her to be doing…
Hair. Dark brown, almost black but not entirely, and it comes down just below her shoulders when she isn’t wearing it up.
Eyes. A light brown, they’re almost always smiling, even when she’s not.
Apparel. Occasionally she’ll wear a dress, but she prefers to wear something closer to forest green or brown pants, a cream colored long sleeved shirt that ‘puffs’ out widely around the wrists, with just a little frill. The top half of the shirt comes up around her collar bone, insuring that the shirt doesn’t go anywhere, anytime soon. To hide herself, and to keep her warm, she wears a deep brown cloak.
Extra. Aside from all that, she has a small bag to carry all of her personal – favorite – belongings in. These contents are as listed:
1. A leather glove, specifically for her love of Falconry.
2. A small box of throwing knives.
(more to why in her history)
Weapons: a small box of six ivory-handled throwing knives, a quiver with four arrows, and a small bow.
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Role Play Sample: from another site. Canine Sample
Well, this kind of turn she didn’t really expect. The male got up and started to make his way over to her spot. Slightly taken aback by this, she was unsure if she should protect what was ‘hers’ and try to scare him off. But, at the same time she remembered that she had started the conversation. Now I’ll have to carry it through. She thought with annoyance in every bit of her thoughts. Villain tried not to portray it in her actions as the male got closer. She straitened herself, and prepared to meet him. He brought the sandwich… Villain gulped hard, but hid her hunger as best as she could manage. The aroma floated over her nose, teasing her stomach. Ignoring his thanks. “Before I give you this, I want your name.” He said over the sandwich. Her name? Was he crazy? “Just in case I want to see you again.” He had lost his marbles. Villain thought about his words, and saw a grin cross his face.
“Why should my name, or your wanting to see me again have anything to do with the fact that you’re taunting me with the sandwich?” She snapped – intentionally of course. Now that the male was nearer, she saw how much taller he was than her. Most females would’ve been daunted by this, but Villain had met her match in size several times. Tilting her head up to look him in the eye, she couldn’t help but notice the odd colored ear, compared to the rest of his almost completely white coat. When he set the sandwich down, Villain couldn’t help but stare at it. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she had no time to catch the small string of drool that had crept out of the side of her mouth.
Wind swept to the subway drop off as the train came to a halt, and humans started piling off in droves. Couldn’t have asked for better timing! She thought. How badly she wanted the sandwich, and she only had a few minutes to grab it and get on the train, and loose this mutt. “Sorry, but it would seem our time is up…” Villain dashed for the sandwich, taking it up in her jaws, and made a beeline for the train doors. Gracefully as possible, she leapt into the train and took a left, ducking under one of the seats.
“Hello, beautiful…” she muttered as she greedily ripped into the sandwich, not caring what was in it. There was a ding from the train, and a voice over the loud speakers – that Villain paid no attention to – and the train was off. “I’ll get off at the next stop and make my way into the city…” She told herself, shifting away from the sub-sandwich mess, and resting her head on her paws, closing her eyes, trying to enjoy the ride, and ignore the stench of human that seemed to be seeping into her fur…
How did you find us: Ad.
Custom title: little trouble maker
Codeword: GoldenLeaves
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